Rockstar

Lose your man, come party with a rockstar
Poppin' percocets, I’m sippin' wockhardt
Postin' pictures but you really not hard
Talkin' down, I let my brodie pop off
Pull up on your bitch and drop the top
You know my money long, so I can’t fit that in a box
She was on my bag, I told that bitch to kick some rocks, ayy
Now these bitches hate me when I skrrt off on the block, ayy, ayy
With my bro, we on the run from cop cars
Bitch, I get it, jumpin' like a Pop-Tart
Talkin' dirt gon' get yo' brodie knocked off
She gon' give me toppy with her top off
She gon' eat up, she damn near made me nod off, ayy
Geekin' off the molly, that shit give me lock-jaw, ayy
Your main bitch a freak, she let me hit it raw dog, ayy
I’ve been makin' plays so baby said I ball hard, ayy
Geekin' with my bitch, she pourin' fours out
She thumbin' through hunnids when she pull up to the dogs house
Two hoes in my whip, when I hop out, I’m blowin' smoke out
I ran out of percs, I hit my plug, I need some more now
I don’t answer calls, I won’t get involved
I’m just posted with my dogs, grab the work and send it off, ayy
Your bitch popped a bean so she creepin' through the halls, ayy
I stay on my, I don’t love these hoes at all, ayy
Lose your man, come party with a rockstar
Poppin' percocets, I’m sippin' wockhardt
Postin' pictures but you really not hard
Talkin' down, I let my brodie pop off
Pull up on your bitch and drop the top
You know my money long, so I can’t fit that in a box
She was on my bag, I told that bitch to kick some rocks, ayy
Now these bitches hate me when I skrrt off on the block, ayy, yeah